☣ ᴄʜᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋʏᴜsᴛᴇʀɪᴄ ☣
 | I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, Head full of anger, held in my chest, And everything left's a waste of time. I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more. I'm riding on the back of this pressure, Guessing that its better, I can't keep myself together. Because all of this stress gave me something to write on, The pain gave me something I could set my sights on. Never forget the blood sweat and tears, The uphill struggle over years the fear and Trash talking and the people it was to. And the people that started it just like you. I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, Head full of anger, held in my chest, Uphill struggle, Blood sweat n tears, Nothing to gain, Everything to fear. © Linkin Park - Nobody's Listening |